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Jaelynn Syncere Taylor "Jae or Lynn" 19 Nevada
"CALLIN' BALLIN' I HEARD THESE NIGGAS OUT HERE STALLIN' " I yelled as I walked into the trap.
"WANT MORE HOES AND THE MONEY! "one of my workers yelled back.
" YEA NIGGA, YOU PASSED THE VIBE CHECK", I yelled back.
Running up the stairs, I busted my office door to see my nigga having a threesome.
"I- well damn, does my office look like a pornset?" I questioned as I pulled out my gun.
I cocked it back and shot the two bitches in the head and sat in front of this bummy ass nigga while he gathered himself together.
"Bae, it's not what it seems like", my ex-boyfriend Jordan said.
"Well nigga ain't this some shit, I find it funny how I gotta go buy a black dress and heels, shiii I probably even sing some Frank Ocean at yo funeral."
"Tell my daddy I said heyyy."
Before he could react, I cocked back my gun, shooting him in between his eyes twice.
"Man fuck, I should have shot them outside or summno, now I gotta clean up alla this shit," I said to myself.
"AYE, WHO SO EVER CLEANS THIS UP, GETS TO COME WITH ME ON A KILLING SPREE TOMORROW!"
As soon as those words flew out of my mouth, many niggas came in with cleanings products hot and ready.
"Seems like Finn from star wars got some competition."
"Well, bye whores", I said before I ran downstairs.
I'm hungry as a bitchh.
Welp, let's go to Wendy's.
As I walked to my car, I heard crying, so I decided to be nosy and check it out.
Walking towards the ally, I saw a little boy who didn't look older than six years old.
I saw a note inside the child's hand. Carefully taking it out of his hands, I read it out loud.
Hello, my name is Rau'juan Tru Rose. I'm four years old, my birthday is October 19th, and my mommy can't take care of me anymore, she's flawed, and my dad left me when I was two months old. Please take care of me and love me like I'm your own. I love eating Wendy's, and I love listening to Nba Youngboy.
